Arranged Mafia Marriage Books Novels & Stories

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers. The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end… .Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

Nikolay asked frowning in confusion. “Haven’t you wondered how I was planning on going out when my Brooke family card was disabled?” I asked raising an eyebrow. It was traditional that when a girl got married in the mafia family world, everything that belonged to her from her family stayed there. She took her things from her husband and his family, and that included money. The only things she was allowed to keep were her personal belongings. That included clothes, jewels, and if she had her own private businesses.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

Even during the time of my mentor, when we were unable to find much information about the Alveraz Italian Mafia Group, we were as good as it could get. Marridge, isn’t it a feeble attempt? Or is it the best one someone got under their side? It will keep my brother not only with me but also in front of their eyes. They can blackmail me, use me, or do anything, making sure that if it ever comes to legal formalities, my words will mean nothing and I could easily be thrown under a bus. Beyond the words that he wants revenge on the Russian mafia, what about after it? I rub the back of my neck and the sides, making sure there is no blood left. A hand suddenly comes around me; instinctively, I turn

He was a fuckboy who didn’t know what it meant to have a woman mess with your mind. He would find a woman who made him feel what Serena made me feel, and then he would understand that doing things to protect your woman was normal. I didn’t want him in New York. He would scare Serena and make her feel like shit. He only kept reminding me that I was getting married to the Irish princess. Contracts had been signed and alliances forged. It was normal for arranged marriage to happen in the mafia. We had been raised to do nothing but enrich the mafia and only do things to expand territories and influence. None of my brothers was married.

She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

My arranged husband and my chidlren with a mafia empire thriving under its first female boss. But I aimed for more.... ( The End )